#C-Block

[tarragonthedragon]

ghost stories are alarmingly easy to spread tbh

when I was like ten I was walking back from the chip shop near my gran's house with a neighbour and we took a short cut down an alley which was enclosed by garages except for one part which was wire fenced and led to the electricity shack

and while I was walking I chucked a chip over the fence. the girl walking with me, C, reasonably asks why I did that

"oh, don't you know?" I say, as if I'm not equally out of my own loop

she shakes her head. the enclosed alleyway has no streetlights. it's after dark. the shack is isolated in the distance.

"a little girl who lived up on the court climbed the fence once on a dare. she went up to the shack and touched it, but there was a wire sticking out, and when she touched it, she got electrocuted and died, right there. if you come back in the daylight, you can still see the black mark."

[editor's note: the court was the smaller road off the side of the crescent, which was the one C's family and my gran lived on. the houses there were slightly more expensive and newer, almost all occupied by wealthy commuters to the city, where most of the crescent houses were occupied by retirees and locals who worked on the trading estate. naturally, crescent kids hated the court. houses there got bricked about once a month.]

"no she didn't," C says

I made up this story for absolutely no reason and with no plan, but I'm not gonna back down now. "sure she did. and if you go past on your way back from the shops and you don't leave her an offering, she'll follow you home through the streetlights. one flickers behind you, then the next, then the next, until you get home. and then the lights start to flicker inside the house. even if you turn out all the electrics before bed, it'll be too late. she's inside. and you'll wake up on the night and see her, and she'll be so awful to see it'll stop your heart."

[editor's note: the streetlights always flickered. this was because our neighbour monkey george kept setting the junction boxes on fire]

"I never did before and she never followed me home!"

"do you come down the alley after dark? or do you take the main road with the streetlights?" I knew she didn't use the shortcut, because I'd been the one to talk her into it that night. she was three years younger than me and scared of the dark.

C claims not to believe me, but she throws a chip over the fence too, and walks the rest of the way looking over her shoulder. I get to pride myself for the night on being good at scary stories, and don't think much more about it.

fast forward six or seven years. I'm back in town. I'm on my way back from the chip shop, taking the same shortcut home. ahead of me on the road are a couple of kids I vaguely recognise as old playmates' younger siblings.

they stop, and I watch one fish out three sweeties from the pack they're sharing. they take one each and throw them over the fence. they carry on walking.

I realise that this is probably my fault, as are any resulting pest control issues around the old electricity shack.

when I get to the fence, I throw a chip over.

[ninetiesjamz]

C-Block - Time Is Tickin Away 

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: October 4, 1996

Lyrics:

Ok

Here it comes

It start from the begin

There takes you to rear

For paranoia all around you

Like somebody's watching you

And it's still snowing through your blood veins

And then you fall down

And pick yourself up

And say

Wich way am I going?

So, you take another step

And another step

And it knocks all your feet again

I'm so strung out ★

I'm so strung out

And now I don't know what to do

Should I take my life away, Dear God

Or will you pull me through?

I'm so strung out

Somehow my life has gone astray

So, I lay me down to sleep

Please, Lord, now take my soul away

Now I'm all alone

Sitting in my room in a corner

Hearing at the wall

And I'm wishing I was on a

Mission, but I'm fishing

In an empty bowl

Cocaine got my brain and I'm sweating

Cause I'm ice cold

Hold on for a minute

What's that sound?

Raise up to my feet

Paranoid looking all around

Up, down on the ground

Is it reality?

Damn, I always feel like

Somebody's watching me

Now let me find another plan

Looking for a plot

Looking for the man with the sack

To get got shot

Lay him down

Cause it don't be making me none

Cocaine on my brain

And I gotta get me some

I'm so strung out

And now I don't know what to do

Should I take my life away, Dear God

Or will you pull me through?

I'm so strung out

Somehow my life has gone astray

So, I lay me down to sleep

Please, Lord, now take my soul away

I'm so strung out

And now I don't know what to do

Should I take my life away, Dear God

Or will you pull me through?

I'm so strung out

Somehow my life has gone astray

So, I lay me down to sleep

Please, Lord, now take my soul away

Another mystery

Sitting in another room

At twelve noon

I hope something happen soon

I'm crawling

Still burning my knees

At 45 degrees

And saying, please, let it be

Something

In a form of a rock

I can't stop

Because the spot get hot

Tick-tock

I see the devil clearer in my past

It can't last

Because I'm running out of cash

A stash I remember

From December

My mind gone blank

And it could have been November

Now

As I feel myself blink

I look at the world one time

And then I think

I'm so strung out

And now I don't know what to do

Should I take my life away, Dear God

Or will you pull me through?

I'm so strung out

Somehow my life has gone astray

So, I lay me down to sleep

Please, Lord, now take my soul away

I'm so strung out

And now I don't know what to do

Should I take my life away, Dear God

Or will you pull me through?

I'm so strung out

Somehow my life has gone astray

So, I lay me down to sleep

Please, Lord, now take my soul away

I'm so strung out

I'm now don't know what to do

Should I take my life away, Dear God

Or will you pull me through?

Will you pull me through?

I'm so strung out

I'm so strung out

I'm so strung out

Somehow my life has gone astray

So, I lay me down to sleep

Please, Lord, now take my soul away

Now take my soul away

I'm so strung out

I'm so strung out

I know, that you know

That you're living real strife

So, lay down that pipe

And pick back up your life

Just take it away

Please God, just take it away

Won't you just give another day to me?

I'm so strung out

And now I don't know what to do

Should I take my life away, Dear God

Or will you pull me through?

I'm so strung out

Somehow my life has gone astray

So, I lay me down to sleep

Please, Lord, now take my soul away

I'm so strung out

And now I don't know what to do

Should I take my life away, Dear God

Or will you pull me through?

Songwriter:

I'm so strung out

Somehow my life has gone astray

So, I lay me down to sleep

Please, Lord, now take my soul away

Frank Mueller / Georg Anthony Joseph / Joerg Wagner / Ulrich Buchmann / James White

SongFacts:

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[charcarts]

In another life, I would have really liked just frolicking with you 🐴🦄

[ciearcab]

the universe is, and we are

[incinerated-vestiges]

average british activities (techno is mildly terrified)

@hennagrace

[mamirhodessxox]

I can fix him chat

[secretlyazombi3]

rookie! leon waits at his desk all day, impatient, his eyes glancing over to check the clock hanging on the wall nearby every few minutes. today was another boring day at work, time seemed to have slowed, he just wanted to get home and see you.

leon rushed to his car once his shift was over and drives to the closest grocery story. he fidgets with his uniform as he looks around for a good bouquet for you. which flowers would be best? likely something red or pink, maybe tulips or roses. he hesitates. were red roses too basic?

leon ended up taking the bouquet of red roses with him, alongside a heartshaped box of chocolate, a card and a plushie of your favorite animal that he didn't plan on getting, but he knew how much you would love it and couldn't leave without it.

leon straightens himself up in his rearview mirror, fixing his hair and staring at himself nervously to make sure he looked okay before heading to your door.

leon's face was redder than the bouquet of roses as you opened the door and he offered you the bouquet and other gifts he'd gotten you.

"happy valentine's day, my love." leon said. "aw, thank you, lee." you said with a smile as he shifted his weight nervously.

"i got you red roses because i felt like they were the most romantic. you... you like them, right?" leon stuttered.

"of course, baby, i love them." you replied, holding all the gifts.

your smile was infectious, seeing it made leon smile right back. he was clearly very nervous, he wasn't very experienced with relationships, and being around you made him incredibly flustered and he would lose his charm.

you gave leon a kiss. leon pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he stared at you, an even wider smile on his plush lips now. you know exactly how to make him flustered.

he orders delivery so you two can stay inside together all night, inevitably ending up laying on couch together, stuffed from dinner and the chocolates leon bought you, leon snuggled in your arms, his face in your chest . (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[thefableddestiel]

We need a Destiel kiss in whatever spn thing Jensen ends up making.

“But I don’t want to kiss a man,” Jensen says.

Well, you should’ve thought about that before you decided to play Dean Winchester because HE kisses men and HE is in love with Castiel. Now, get out there and do right by him.

[attyrocious]

emotional support killer

[korolation]

sorry i slipped (he did too)

[telekitnetic-art]

Overdue formline commission for an email client!! Tysm for commissioning me and for your patience!!

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[fight-nights-at-freddys]

I hate these posts.

either you are AGAINST the idea of thought-crimes, or you're not. just bc someone's a paraphile does NOT make them any kind of offender. being proship, you almost HAVE to be pro-(anti contact) para, because part of being proship is recognizing that your imagination also can't hurt anyone.

ignoring all that, though, the other glaring issue is that these are the exact arguments antis make towards us. calling people predators with no proof, saying paras should "keep it private", that paras are trying to "groom" people into believing their paraphilias are good. replace "paras" with "proshippers" and you've got the same dumb arguments WE'VE BEEN HAVING FOR YEARS.

EVEN FURTHER THAN THAT, what happened to using the block button? why do y'all forget all about that as soon as it's a paraphile, or at minimum, someone you DEEM to be a paraphile. y'all are no better than the people you are against.

[karpachev]

i wanna eat him